Hugging

I'm not really a touchy-feely person. I've broken my mom's heart continuously for probably about twenty years because I'm just...not. I don't remember ever kissing my parents or brother (obviously I would have as a small child). Hugs, only when decorum demands. I mean, I don't have a problem with hugs...I just don't have a huge draw to them, either. My two best L-town friends have similar inclinations. We hug if we need to. Not gratuitously. Hahaha. Now, I AM more touchy-feely with my Springfazzle friends, and also with anyone when I'm imbibing, but overall, yeah, no. And I don't do the bear hug thing, or hold on too tight.

But sometimes...every once in a while, I will admit, an embrace is the way to communicate. When you've been dying to see someone, and you don't know when you'll see him or her again, and you just need to soak up as much as that person as possible. At the point when words are useless--all you need is that person, and hopefully, all he or she needs is you. And you squeeze so tight that you convince yourself that you're still connected, that he or she won't forget about you, that your memory of him or her cannot fade.

I saw my Carly today. For the first time since, I don't know, maybe in passing some Sunday in the spring? It'd been so long. I babbled a little, but I wish I hadn't. I could've hugged her all morning.